This page features some poetry and thoughts from our collective of poets & writers. Please check out our event page under the link section to keep up to date on what we are up to as well! Disclaimer: Some blogs contain adult language and themes.

Saturday, May 29, 2010

2 weeks pass and the words overflow in coversations with little to no substance. silence endures in the back seat of the new car he bought thinking this meant he was more of a man. a man who cared about his family. their status. meetings of the minds found him to be dead wrong beyond a soft correction or shift of the hand. it's easy to misread the clouds over head as they seem to dicipate, excaping permanence. he was thinking that he did good things in his day to day and the love would never fade into obscure hand signals and obligitory shouting matches across the threshold of the haven they called home. he wondered where he belonged. all he had were songs. pockets empty cause the gas tank called to them; now he carries songs. on the backs of old songs he writes new ones. working it all out in the open hoping to hitch a ride back in the direction of certainty. he knows not at all the path that he has chosen is enclosed in a mountain with a meaning the gets deep into the heart. he knows not of his future song, but he still sings.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Saturday, May 15, 2010

I wonder when I'll leave this bathroom. Finding time to waste, not wasted (at the moment), but wasting waste while wondering. I should get up and shower. I should get off this seat and shower. If I could find the strength beyond lazieness and lift a finger to reason I'd be on my way--wouldn't I? To what end? On what means? Dissiminating the thoughts in groggy headedness. Sufferring deep depression upon making first impressions stand while I sit! Sunken into a state of contrast in clamor constricted by mine own restrictions in complacentcy. Impatient, but still. Riding the moments like a sloth sticking to his convictions--No! I will get up! I will have the will be willing! I shan't sit for this any longer lingering on lounging in a shitty state! No! I will not! Ohhhhk! I'm fuckin' up! Fine! I guess it's not do bad after all.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Dark surrounds me like bulliesFool me now and watch the strength drownAnd there is no real reason,I guess you can blame it on the seasonGrowing pains cause strainAnd my fucking brain is getting the best of meI thought we were suppose to be homiesShow me a light,A flicker of hope so I can copeMy scope is now cloudy,body, rowdyHow'd he do it?SimpleThrew rocks at the negativeThrew the head off balanceNow the aura leans with a mean dispositionDepression tag teams with anxietyAnxiety has a pact with panicAnd this is just the way the universe planned itMy shoulder blades frame my mottoThe skin sheds and the meds may numbBut this is no time to sit & act dumbI'm from a starship that still has steamAnd plenty of reasons to peddle these dreamsScreams on silentPut demand on vibrateAnd my ringtone is my breathSimpleLearn to say no more often,But say yes to beautiful energies that embraceExpectations are there...grind gradually to exceed itAlways ask for help because you never know when you're the one who'll need it.

i wanna wish for better times and times are good, but it ain't grand and the skemes are worse than ever and i meant to be great but i missed fate by a moment. holding onto what's become my passion placing my past in the trash bin and picking it up to do backspins and relaxin's not really my thing. i guess that's why it's a mess. messy meetings for better moments in time trickling down the waves of my emotional undercurrent. i take detours before i wake up and when i walk with eyes open it's as if doors keep shutting and openning and closing and disappearing and wearing on my memory. my mind is missing the points and placing space in my pockets that are filled with phone numbers and bad credit. i'm indebted to the medication of procrastination while holding hands with multiple ordinances and opting to go on. so go on wish for bliss and send me a kiss while i'm missed my mrs's. hopefully one day we'll forgoe it all and dive deep with sea fishes while our dust whistle's in the wind. i hope the ship can hold that long. i love you.

i'll hold you until you bleed nothing but sunlight and daisy yellows against cement.like every golden dollar thrown into a fountain filled with shining wishes.speak nothing but whispers when you are so far away that only the wind can carry it to me-secrets of barren hearts that were robbed empty of color when worn on a sleeve in a black-and-white world.show me your favorite colors so i can paint myself in them and you will never feel grey,i can be every hint hue tone of hope in your day if you let me.the train tracks that kissed the landscape of your beauty, gritting metal to rich soil, left more than rusting steeland i know this and i can see this and i hear it in every cracked syllable of your exhausted speech.but let me be your dream catcher.i will wait by your side to collect every cloud atop your head and pop it until you see nothing but rainbows.the pot of gold at the end will be my arms filled with every drop of love you never received when you should have.i'll kiss your wounds into scars and your scars intoso distant memory because these hands will stitch you new.if you let them,if you let me.let me be the thief of your darkness,i will harness every act of war the world will try to lay upon your smiling face.shadows will no longer dance around you, sprinkling defeat along your path.they will bow to you and fear your light.all the screams you sequestered that tore at your tissue will leave and become music for dancing feet.you will dance, dance,dance until dawn and dusk both applaud you.until the stars demand an encore.until the moon's face glows with tears because in all it's yearsit's never seen anything come close to such wholeness as you.believe this promise song i offer you.believe i would die for you if it made you happy.believe that my hands can't hide every hole in your soul,but they could damn well try.. they could damn well try.if you let them, if you let me.

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Who We Are

Spoken Views was created by Iain "Emic" Watson & Tony "Talik" Walker in late 2006. The vision was to create & support an alternative scene of spoken word poets, freestylers, writers, artists & musicians in effort to bring awareness & diversity to Reno's forever growing cultural community. After promoting several spoken word events at Se7en & Beach Hut Deli, the need for these events soon grew. Spoken Views responded by hosting monthly poetry and music nights @ various locations. Poets and writers range in age, skill, and background & audiences are always diverse and supportive. These nights have grown into one of Reno’s most dynamic and consistent poetry events and was voted best poetry open mic 2010 in the Reno News and Review.

Spoken Views has formed a growing collective of about 13 poets who perform at various venues and events both as solo artists and together as a team.